Chapter 46
Honestly and sincerely speaking, Vastro had never drunk real milk before.
Not once.
After that particular disaster involving milk harvested from collapsing black holes, the taste had been so foul he swore never to drink milk again as long as he existed.
And yet.
Here he was.
Drinking milk.
But this was different.
This was not milk born from the destruction of countless planes. This came from a petite human woman's body instead.
And disturbingly enough.
It did not taste bad.
Not even close.
It tasted divine.
Warm. Soothing. Almost intoxicating.
Extremely relaxing.
Wait.
Why am I thinking this?
Vastro froze internally. Something was wrong. This train of thought was unacceptable. Clearly, this had to be the vessel influencing him. There was no other explanation. Why else would he crave milk from a human body?
That had to be it.
And yet, despite his rational mind screaming in protest, another part of him disagreed entirely.
The milk was simply too good.
